Scooter Rides
I don't really know how to describe this event. I'll just spill it out and let you decide what to make of it.
I wanted to see her because I think she's beautiful. We had that long, long conversation where we talked all night and drank several bottles of wine. And when she broke up with her lover I still wanted both her and her lover in my life. Keeping her lover in my life was easy. But I didn't want to lose her.
She was so excited. She was grateful for my phone call, because she thought that we wouldn't call her or talk to her again because of the break up... the division of the friends routine. So she and I decided to meet up and we decided to meet at C's house just because that was easiest. She is living there now and that way she wouldn't have to drive anywhere. So I bought several bottles of wine and showed up. She had also bought several bottles of wine. And T decided to join us in the conversation.
The three of us sat around and talked up a storm: love and hate, anger and jealousy, forgiveness and love, crime and punishment. It was really a great conversation. Of course the conversation focused on the breakup and the aftermath of the breakup. There were so many issues to talk about. And one of the great books that I kept bringing up was The Four Agreements which she had introduced me to. I felt like we were really doing some good work.
Then T brings out a bong and some very kind bud. And so I took the monster, gigantic bong hit of that kind bud. And that just launched me into the stratsphere. I was flying. I was hallucinating. It was like I was on mushrooms (but not that kind of high, it was very much the muddle headed high of mary jane). But totally hammered I was. The wine and bud sent me to the outer reaches. I felt so good. We cranked up some dance music and started dancing. It was an awesome feeling of being connected. I felt so in love with both of them.
We tired out. We drank some cold water. We sat down and started talking, albeit much less coherently.
And then T starts talking about going for a scooter ride. And laughing. And she is saying it in an exagerrated sexual voice. And then she joins in. T is saying, "I think we need to take him for a scooter ride." And they started moving in. It was then that I realized, almost like being in some kind of wierd movie, that I was the scooter. Ha ha. Can you believe that? I was so not up for anything like that. They just caught me in the wrong mood. Too bad, eh? So I had to fight them off a little bit. That was certainly not what I had expected that evening.
So I end up crashing at their house. I was way to loaded to drive anywhere. She came to me and we hugged for a while on the couch where I was sleeping. Then she went to bed. I fell asleep.
I wanted to see her because I think she's beautiful. We had that long, long conversation where we talked all night and drank several bottles of wine. And when she broke up with her lover I still wanted both her and her lover in my life. Keeping her lover in my life was easy. But I didn't want to lose her.
She was so excited. She was grateful for my phone call, because she thought that we wouldn't call her or talk to her again because of the break up... the division of the friends routine. So she and I decided to meet up and we decided to meet at C's house just because that was easiest. She is living there now and that way she wouldn't have to drive anywhere. So I bought several bottles of wine and showed up. She had also bought several bottles of wine. And T decided to join us in the conversation.
The three of us sat around and talked up a storm: love and hate, anger and jealousy, forgiveness and love, crime and punishment. It was really a great conversation. Of course the conversation focused on the breakup and the aftermath of the breakup. There were so many issues to talk about. And one of the great books that I kept bringing up was The Four Agreements which she had introduced me to. I felt like we were really doing some good work.
Then T brings out a bong and some very kind bud. And so I took the monster, gigantic bong hit of that kind bud. And that just launched me into the stratsphere. I was flying. I was hallucinating. It was like I was on mushrooms (but not that kind of high, it was very much the muddle headed high of mary jane). But totally hammered I was. The wine and bud sent me to the outer reaches. I felt so good. We cranked up some dance music and started dancing. It was an awesome feeling of being connected. I felt so in love with both of them.
We tired out. We drank some cold water. We sat down and started talking, albeit much less coherently.
And then T starts talking about going for a scooter ride. And laughing. And she is saying it in an exagerrated sexual voice. And then she joins in. T is saying, "I think we need to take him for a scooter ride." And they started moving in. It was then that I realized, almost like being in some kind of wierd movie, that I was the scooter. Ha ha. Can you believe that? I was so not up for anything like that. They just caught me in the wrong mood. Too bad, eh? So I had to fight them off a little bit. That was certainly not what I had expected that evening.
So I end up crashing at their house. I was way to loaded to drive anywhere. She came to me and we hugged for a while on the couch where I was sleeping. Then she went to bed. I fell asleep.
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